Hushed Willows stuck on a chain

this might be a bit awkward at first because I need to hammer down her personality a bit more, but hello!

Necessity, above everything else, was what led the spindly she-wolf to approach the unfamiliar forest nestled against the protective rim of the jagged mountains behind it. She had initially thought to wait out the winter in the lowlands, where the weather was far milder, but the nights were becoming bitterly cold and most of the excess fat she'd built up back home was used up on her long trek to the Teekons. An aching hunger had begun to take root in her belly, and her bones ached from weeks spent on the move. 

Zara crept up to the very fringes of the territory, ears slicked back against her head, and tail curled in a delicate 's' shape between her ankles. In truth, she feared the wolves lurking in the woodlands, though the innate desire to mingle with them was too powerful an instinct to overcome. Her tongue, stark pink against the charcoal of her muzzle, whisked across her lips and she twitched one ear forward where it stood quivering atop her skull as her eyes raked the treeline.

She shivered as a chill raced down her spine. There was no way of telling how the pack would react to her presence, but she had little option. Zara lifted her head and called out to the Marauder's with a wavering howl.